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Roads eh?

Roads eh? Roads. Traffic choked, slow moving, nightmares. Like a dammed river, or a rockfall. Immovable, immobile, stationary. Oh I wish I could roll care free down this track. I wish I could glide into the distance and swoop and soar like a swallow on the breeze. I wish I was anywhere but here. On this road. In these conditions. Before these green hills.

They’re not so bad actually. The occasional pothole or cattle grid, but nothing the road bike can’t cope with. I too, enjoy a ride on the main road – and this particular ride involves a bit of that in the process of getting to the quiet stuff – but when you get free of the noise and distractions, the difference is liberating. I think that’s what I like about this the best; the contrast between noise and fumes, versus solitude and fresh air.